Peter Bjorn And John

Objects Of My Affection

I remember when,

when i first moved here,

a long time ago,

´cause i heard some song i used to hear back then,

a lone time ago.

i remember when,

even further back,

in another town,

´cause i saw something written

i used to say back then,

hard to comprehend

and the question is:

was i more alive

then than i am now?

i happily have to disagree;

i laugh more often now,

i cry more often now,

i am more me.

but of cause some days,

i just lie around

and hardly exist,

and can´t tell apart what i´m eating

from my hand or my wrist.

´cause flesh is flesh, flesh as flesh as flesh,
the difference is thin.

but life has a certian ability or breating newlife into me,
so i breathe it in
it says here we are,

and we all are here,

and you still can make sense,

if you just show up and present an honest face,

instead of that grin.

and the other day,

this new friend of minesaid something to me

"just because something starts differently,doesn´t mean it´s worth less."

and i soaked it in,

how i soaked it in,

how i soaked it in

and just as to prove how right he was,

then you came.

so i´m gonna give,

yes i´m gonna give,

i´m gonna give you a try,

so i´m gonna give,

yes i´m gonna give,

i´m gonna give you a try